Phases (2)

The symmetry of traveling,
A thing we often lack —
For though we go and dare to cross,
We cannot make it back.

Then only as the decades die,
Do we see where we’ve been —
The undergrowth that marks the way
We cannot go

Again

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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